Christ, Upon the Friday Slain
Words: Adam of St. Victor (1100–1146), translated by Richard Frederic Littledale (ca. 1860);
Music: Wes Crawford (2023)
lyrics
Christ, upon the Friday slain,
When three days were past again,
Rose victorious,
And, triumphant o'er the Tomb,
Lifts his loved ones out of gloom,
Makes them glorious.
For the people of his Name,
he, upon the cross of shame, Dead was lying :
In the grave a while he lay,
Then, at dawning of the day, Rose undying.
In his passion and his cross,
With a bulwark sure from loss We are gifted :
By his resurrection bright,
From the grave of sin and night We are lifted.
Offered up for sinners,
Christ As their sacrifice sufficed Unrepeated:
By the precious blood he spilt,
Jesus washed our souls from guilt, Hell defeated.
Once He lay within the grave,
Lest the race he came to save
Twice should perish:
Now he opens Heaven wide,
Comes to every mourner's side, — Comes to cherish.
He the Lion, strong in fight,
Rising up to-day, his might Forth is telling;
With the arms of righteousness,
Satan, Prince of wickedness, Ever quelling.
Now is come the Lord's own day,
Whereon he hath washed away Earth's pollution;
Whereon death was slain in strife,
And the foe hath made of life Restitution.
So, from hearts made pure from stain,
Now the Alleluia strain Doubly pealeth:
Now all evil hath its close,
And the life which Heaven knows God revealeth.
In the world's late eventide,
Raise thou up thy servants tried, Jesus Holy :
May this glad and festal day
thy salvation bring for aye To the lowly!
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Solid lyrics that honor the Lord and present man and God in the proper, biblical light. Beautifully set to music, this old hymn nourishes the souls of God's saints. Stuart Brogden